Do Not Weepby Mary Frye

I am a thousand winds
that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in
the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my
grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!

See below regarding source of poem...

There appears to be some conflict over authorship of the
above poem and also of the exact wording. The current
consencus appears to favour that it was written in 1932
by Mary Elizabeth Frye for a friend who was in
grief. It is also claimed to be of Native American origin.
The above version also appears to differ from the one
claimed to have been written by Mary Frye back in 1932.
There is no personal information available for Mary Frye.